Tiamat:Katarraktis apo aima

Sons and daughtersTroubled watersA stench of burned gasolineSilicon and CodeineFlooded highlands in misty hazeMudslides and suicidesEarthquakes and gamma raysDevilish acts of God aboveCarried to heaven by a dirty white doveAnd in the corner there's a broken manHis fingers are on the trigger nowAnd as the smell of dying embersAnd rusty strings on his bowA sound explodes and fills the roomAnd echoes beyond these walls of doomUntil it vanishes up in the airWith nothing more to comeYeah, we must aim for the stars and we are gonna get up highWe must build another tower an make it through the firesWe must sail the seven seas now the waters aboundWe shall cease the deceased until the angels come aroundWith nothing more to come...